Reason is still chaotic

Shen Jiali turned sideways slightly, held the cigarette in one hand, raised it with the other, and closed the door tightly.While doing this, he kept his head slightly lowered, staring at Shen Zichun sharply, with a little sneer on his face.

Facing his gaze, Shen Zichun blinked dumbly, his eyelashes were drawn down, and two cold tears flowed out.He opened his mouth and took a slight breath, and he choked up slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Shen Jiali walked up to Shen Zichun, and then slowly squatted down.Putting the cigarette between his lips and taking a deep breath, he poked his head forward with a half-smile, and blew the smoke onto Shen Zichun's face.

"Not bad!" He raised his hand and touched Shen Zichun's head, and then took advantage of the trend to gather his fingers and grabbed the short hair: "I learned how to crack the door."

He tilted his head, squinted his eyes to look at Shen Zichun, and asked softly, "Does it sound good?"

In the next second, without waiting for Shen Zichun to answer, he suddenly grabbed the opponent's hair and slammed into the wall behind him.Shen Zichun was caught off guard, and slammed his head against the concrete wall with his strength—but he didn't resist, just grinning and crying silently.And after Shen Jiali vented his anger like this, he turned his head and blew out the cigarette butt, and involuntarily picked off the pajamas on Shen Zichun's body.

This time Shen Zichun quit, because of shyness and fear, he grabbed the waistband of his trousers with both hands and refused to let go.Shen Jiali was sweating profusely, but he couldn't tear him apart.So he stood up angrily, and found a leather belt from the closet next to him.Holding the end of the brass buckle with one hand, he lashed at Shen Zichun.After pumping twice, he suddenly became apprehensive, and began to avoid his face, and greeted the naked back, waist and buttocks.Shen Zichun probably had never suffered such a violent beating in his life, he fell to the ground and curled up into a ball, sobbing loudly—but he still refused to ask for mercy.

He has no face to beg for mercy, he has already done the nasty thing of "snapping the cracks of the door", so what room is there for him to explain?In fact, I knew for a long time that my behavior was similar to playing with fire, but I couldn't help it, and now I finally made a fuss, even if my third uncle beat me half to death, then I don't have the capital to complain.

Gritting his teeth and endured the pain for a while, he couldn't bear the raindrops of the whipping, and subconsciously rolled all over the ground, wanting to escape.Seeing this, Shen Jiali simply dropped his belt and chased after him, kicking and kicking one after another - he didn't scold, just beat.

You can't beat him, otherwise he will be pissed off by this nephew.

He doesn't have many hobbies, and his only pleasure lies in Duan Zhicheng.The secret relationship between the two parties is like a treasure to him, and now it is almost smashed to pieces by this brat.Fortunately, Duan Zhicheng didn't notice it at that time, otherwise, once he became ashamed and afraid because of this, and ran away, where would Shen Jiali find such a desirable person?

With all his strength, Shen Jiali beat Shen Zichun until he was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move.Shen Zichun didn't speak, but wept softly.There was pain everywhere in his body, his mind was dizzy, and he couldn't tell what emotion it was, it seemed that there was no emotion at all.

Shen Jiali didn't care about him, and didn't stop until the pain was over.He has always put himself first.If he is unhappy, others should not think about it; if he is happy, it is up to others to have a good time.

Walking to the bed exhausted, he staggered and lay down on it.After panting silently for a while, his mood gradually calmed down.

Turning his face to the side with his arms on his pillow, he saw Shen Zichun sitting on the ground swaying, half naked and bony body, the marks from the belt were criss-crossing on the skin, each one was bright red and swollen.The child was still sobbing, his face was pale, but his eyes were red, his face was covered with tears and snot, and he was still rubbing the back of his hand.

Shen Jiali wasn't sure if he had convinced this kid, so he turned his mind around, and suddenly said, "Xiaochun, go wash your face."

Shen Zichun got up in a daze, lost his mind, and limped to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed his face with warm water with both hands.

He wiped his hands and face with a towel carelessly, and returned to the bedroom in a daze. He saw Shen Jiali looking at him, and suddenly smiled—then he sat up and waved to himself, calling out in a harmonious voice, "Come here." .”

Like sleepwalking, he moved his feet in fear, walked slowly to the side of the bed, and sat down as instructed.Looking at Shen Jiali at close range, his heart felt sour, and his eyes were covered with tears again.

Shen Jiali moved closer to him, the two of them were facing each other, and they could almost feel each other's breath.Raising his hand to caress Shen Zichun's cheek, he stroked it gently as if pity, and then asked softly: "Third Uncle hit hard just now, does it hurt a lot now?"

Shen Zichun lowered his head in dismay, and wanted to answer at first, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he choked up unbearably.

So Shen Jiali went a step further, wrapped his upper body in his arms and hugged him loosely, then put his lips to his ears, and comforted him with warm air: "Okay, okay, everything is over, don't be afraid, three Uncle is here."

Shen Zichun seemed to have forgotten the identity of the perpetrator just now, he pressed his forehead on Shen Jiali's shoulder in aggrieved manner, and he cried out loudly.

Shen Zichun cried for a long time, finally climbed onto the bed, and got under the covers under the comfort of Shen Jiali.

He was in pain all over his body, suffering in his heart, and wanted to die in shame.Fortunately, Shen Jiali hugged him all the time, making him cry bitterly.When he calmed down a little, seeing Shen Jiali's amiability, he couldn't stop rubbing himself, so he whimpered twice like a cat or dog that doesn't remember to eat or hit.

Shen Jiali embraced the little man, and asked in a very intimate whisper: "Xiaochun, is this your first time?" After speaking, he kissed him on the forehead: "Tell the truth to Third Uncle."

After such a baptism, Shen Zichun's mind was loosened, and he didn't have the strength to speak out any more, so he replied softly with tears: "The last time... was during the Chinese New Year. At night... the guest room was not closed, I... I I didn't mean to peek...I..."

Shen Jiali's heart sank—this bastard has seen it thoroughly!

Shen Zichun buried his face in front of Shen Jiali's chest, unaware that his third uncle's face was red and white at the moment, and his expression changed dramatically, and he continued to tell the truth: "After reading it, I will never forget it... "

Shen Jiali cupped his cheeks with his hands, making him raise his head to face himself: "What can't you forget?"

Shen Zichun's face turned red all of a sudden, he half-closed his eyes and said, "I can't forget... third uncle."

When Shen Jiali examined his virtue, he felt something interesting.Holding the handsome face of this virtuous nephew with both hands, he asked with a half smile, "Miss me?"

Shen Zichun closed his eyes completely, and let out an "um" from his nose.

Shen Jiali asked with great interest: "What do you miss about me?"

This question made Shen Zichun open his eyes in a panic.He stared at Shen Jiali in a daze for a moment, then he cast his eyes sideways, and stammered his answer: "Think, miss Third Uncle..."

Shen Jiali smiled lightly: "If you think about it, it's up to you to think about it."

His curious and joking tone really encouraged Shen Zichun.Shen Zichun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tentatively raised a hand, put it on Shen Jiali's waist, and replied with a trembling voice: "I, I am the same as Uncle Duan...I like Third Uncle too."

After hearing this, Shen Jiali pressed his forehead to Shen Zichun's thin chest, and burst out laughing.

Shen Jiali is actually not interested in the melon-like Shen Zichun, but he is a bit coquettish by nature, although Shen Zichun is not needed, even though Shen Zichun is his little nephew, but after hearing the other party's whimsical reply, He was still complacent and felt attractive.

He already has Duan Zhicheng, and he doesn't need others to embellish it; but at this moment, he has nothing to do, and the aftertaste of last night's affair is rippling in his body, and he treats Shen Zichun as a small snack in the morning, and tasted it leisurely .

The scars on Shen Zichun's body became more and more terrifying under the sunlight, as if he had been tortured, only one face was still white.Under Shen Jiali's guidance, he learned to kiss in a tongue-fighting style-this was enough to stimulate him to death.

Shen Jiali asked him to kiss his neck, and he obediently kissed his lips.The little fish pecked lightly for a moment, then Shen Jiali smiled and sighed: "Mmm... not bad, very comfortable."

He got affirmation and encouragement, he became more and more lingering and refused to stop, and boldly straightened his lower body, rubbing his hot and hard life stick on the third uncle's leg - but this behavior was immediately banned.

Shen Jiali didn't plan to have a real fight with him, because he had no interest in his little chick.He just wants to scare the kid first, and then drag him into the water—one is to prevent his little bastard from being overwhelmed, and the other is to use him as a pastime, after all, he is a young chicken, and it is very interesting to be stupid.

Shen Jiali began to treat Shen Zichun kindly, giving him delicious food and drinks this day, and took him to Quanyechang to play again.Shen Zichun endured the pain all over his body, and was so happy that he didn't know what to do. In the end, he got carried away with complacency, and inadvertently spoke to Shen Jiali.Shen Jiali turned his face on the bustling street and slapped him with a raised hand.

This big mouth is very loud, echoing the beating in the early hours of the morning.Before Shen Zichun had time to think of resistance, he was timid.And Shen Jiali ignored him for a moment, but became friendly again, talking and laughing with him, and hugging his neck in the car, patiently rubbing the red marks on his cheeks.

Shen Zichun was in the fog, he already knew that his third uncle had a violent temper, but this time he was even more confused - but he was really convinced by the conditioning.

A mountain of five fingers appeared on his face, so it was difficult to explain when he returned home.Shen Jiali didn't care about the beating, but he was very guilty and refused to leave.Lai slept with his third uncle for another night, and in the early morning of the next day, he was sent to school by Shen Jiali's driver.

In the next two months, Shen Jiali often called Shen Zichun to his home to clean up, treating this nephew like a doll, docile and obedient.And Shen Zichun fell into the hands of the third uncle, with no way to go to heaven, no way to enter the earth, and he was full of worries and absolutely could not confide in others, so he endured it, and in the end, he was like resigning to his fate, desperate and muddled, all at the command of the third uncle up.